The audience let out good-natured laughter. Onstage, as the "clown" finished his lines, the door in the rock slowly lowered. With a final click, it shut completely, creating a perfect seal.
Hashimoto Maya: "..." For some reason, that last glance had felt like a farewell... Could it be that this Magician in front of him wouldn't make it either?
"Forget it. His magic skills are mediocre, and his looks are utterly unremarkable—not enough to meet the standard. He never looked like someone who could pass Uzo's interview anyway... More importantly, what's with the old man beside me?"
Hashimoto Maya adjusted his sunglasses, his gaze unable to stop drifting to the side—the person in the next seat was a familiar face. The old bastard was holding cola and Popcorn, dressed in a casual suit, looking as though he were on vacation... Yet Hashimoto Maya knew perfectly well that he wasn't here to enjoy the magic. He definitely had some other scheme in mind.
"I can't believe I randomly picked a seat and ended up next to this FBI again. Did he deliberately choose a seat beside me?" Hashimoto Maya felt a wave of regret.
"If I'd known, I should've gone with Jiang Xia to his side. Why did I insist on sitting here just because I'd claimed I couldn't change seats... Come to think of it, how did the FBI know which seat I booked? Has my whereabouts already been exposed?"
"How did he know which seat I booked? Have our movements already been exposed?"
While Hashimoto Maya was secretly on guard, James beside him was no less unsettled.
The FBI leader adjusted his glasses and watched the person in the next seat through their reflection, uncertainly wondering whether there was a mole around him.
*"Still, it's not a big problem.